Ben looked up from his boring phone conversation with his wife.
Locking his office door then circling his desk like a hungry lioness stalking her pray was Sarah Johnson, aka the other woman. She sprawled cheekily across his desk.
Long shiny locks of wavy red hair spilled enticingly over her ample cleavage, down the shoulders of her white blouse and onto his discarded mountain of paperwork. Her sparkling green eyes devoured him as she took hold of the end of the telephone cord and began dragging it away from him, slowly, one piggy tail curl at a time.
He had a thing for red heads especially this one. With all his might, Ben had tried to ignore Sarah's seductive advances, long enough at least until he could get rid of Demi - trouble was she wanted to talk about her stupid family problems!
As Sarah reached the last coil and they were both face to face - millimeters away, Ben knew he had to get off the phone now. He quickly cut the phone conversation short with some ridiculous excuse about having to do some late night work on an advertising campaign.
He wondered if Demi had bought it, then he stopped himself. What did he care anyway, it wasn't like she gave a damn about him. No matter how hard he had tried to mend things between them, she just gave him the cold shoulder. Demi had driven him into the arms of another woman!
Ben felt guilty about his affair with Sarah to start off with, he wanted to fix things - at first he had anyway. Now it was just pointless, he was only holding on for Trevor, and even that was getting difficult to do.
Finally, with Demi off the phone Ben let Sarah have her way. Letting the phone fall into her hands, he sat back in his chair.
Still sprawled across his desk her eyes smoldering Sarah tossed it huffily on the desk beside her and pouted.
"Why don't you just get rid of her already!"
Leaning back even further into his high backed office chair Ben reasoned, "Sarah, honey, it isn't as simple as that, I can't just get 'rid' of her, she has my child. Children are forever, you can't just trade them in when you find a better deal."
"So, trade up for me, get rid of her and visit the kid on weekends, you promised me!"
"Sarah, you know you are my girl, right, you don't need to be jealous of that ice queen. If it was just Demi.... she would be out the door quicker than an apple pie in an Ethiopian eating contest." he said grinning broadly.
Sarah laughed, "I like that one, I think that might be your best car sales slogan idea yet!"
"No, nothing is better than the, 'I love hot women and hot cars, and not necessarily in that order one. I bet that would make an awesome pick up line....I might try it someday." Ben teased pulling Sarah up into a sitting position from the desk so she was facing him.
"You better not be trying that line on anyone, but me, or else!" she growled pretending to push him away from her.
"Awww shucks baby, you know I wouldn't...but you have to admit it's a beauty, isn't it."
"Oh yeah, I would totally take someone home if they fed me that line....you better hope no one else adopts it."
"Now look whose doing the teasing!"
Ben grabbed Sarah around the waist and hugged her tightly, burying his face into her soft white blouse and ample cleavage.
Pulling him up to look at her by a tuft of black hair Sarah looked him in the eye.
"Well, just remember Benny Boo, I'm not going to wait around forever for you to get your crap together, my beds been awful cold and lonesome lately with nobody to keep me warm."
Pushing his chair hard with his feet, sending himself scooting back to the wall Ben stood up.
Dangling a set of car keys in the air he said, "Well maybe we should fix that icy cold bed problem right up for you ma'am. Oh and one of the perks of being the manager around this dump is getting to drive the hottest car on the lot."
"Ohhh I love a man with a slick ride! said Sarah playfully fanning herself.
Pushing her out of the office door playfully Ben whispered after her, "Who needs an awesome pick up line when you already have the hottest car and the hottest chick on the lot anyway!"
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